To Mantua, with my letters to thy lord. 14
Jul. Love, give me strength! and strength shall help afford.
Farewell, dear father! Exeunt.
Scene Two
[Hall in Capulet's House]
Enter Father Capulet, Mother, Nurse, and Serving-men, two or three.
Cap. So many guests invite as here are writ.
[Exit Servant.]
Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks.
Sec. Serv. You shall have none ill, sir; for
I'll try if they can lick their fingers. 4
Cap. How canst thou try them so?
Sec. Serv. Marry, sir, 'tis an ill cook that
cannot lick his own fingers: therefore he that
cannot lick his fingers goes not with me. 8
Cap. Go, be gone. [Exit Second Servant.]
We shall be much unfurnish'd for this time.
What! is my daughter gone to Friar Laurence?
Nurse. Ay, forsooth. 12
Cap. Well, he may chance to do some good on her:
A peevish self-will'd harlotry it is.
Nurse. See where she comes from shrift with merry look. 16
Enter Juliet.
Cap. How now, my headstrong! where have you been gadding?
Jul. Where I have learn'd me to repent the sin
Of disobedient opposition
10 unfurnish'd: unprepared
14 peevish: perverse
harlotry: silly wench
